The problem with shopping at Costco is that you go for one thing and you end up buying something totally different, bacause they often don't have what you want but they do have something you hadn't realized you need.
What?
Simplified: I stopped at Costco to see if they had the new Looney Tunes DVD collection, because I'd gotten Volumes 1 and 2 there, at the cheapest price. They didn't.
But they did have something else, right at the endcap, on a haphazard display of "gift and holiday books."
"The Complete Calvin and Hobbes."
List $150. Amazon price $94.50. Barnes and Noble price $90. Costco price $80.99.
Do I need it? No. Er, maybe.
When "Calvin and Hobbes" hit the papers in 1985, I was still drawing cartoons myself for some papers in the Philadelphia area. My reaction to the new strip went like this:
a) Reminds me of those Warner Bros. cartoons where the little Ralph kid daydreamed about being a cowboy and astronaut. There are worse things to resemble than a Warner Bros. cartoon.
b) The kid has the same hair that I used in my self-portrait cartoons- an unruly zig-zag of blond hair.
c) This is really, really good. Humiliatingly so- I knew I could not be that good. I hated that someone was that much better at it than I, and I loved it for being that good.
"Calvin and Hobbes" went into the pantheon for me, along with "Peanuts." I respected and liked "Doonesbury" in its first decade or so for being uniquely political and modern, but it didn't hold up like "Peanuts" and "C&H." I never really liked "Bloom County" on that level- very derivative of "Doonesbury" at the outset, too glib, not nearly as perceptive as advertised, and I always got the feeling that Breathed wanted to do something different (and when he did, with "Outland" and "Opus" and the children's books, it wasn't that great). In today's papers, "Get Fuzzy" and "Pearls Before Swine" are the main daily reads, and I like "Pooch Cafe," "Big Top," "Frazz," a few others, but there is no "Calvin and Hobbes." (Actually, there IS for a short while, the reruns that are appearing on comics pages to promote the book, but that will go away after the holidays) The precocious six year old with the hyperactive imagination, frazzled parents, and stuffed tiger pal was a unique creation, and reading the reruns in the L.A. Times for the past few weeks reminded me of just how good it was. I thought about buying the book, winced at the price and unbelievable heft of the thing, searched prices, thought about it some more, put the thought aside.
And then we were in Costco and they didn't have the Looney Tunes DVD, and I saw the stacks of huge brown boxes with the boy and his tiger lolling under a tree in autumn, and I stopped, looked, picked one up (with some difficulty- it's damn heavy), put it back, walked around the DVDs again, browsed the rest of the book section, came back, and did the should-I-gee-I-dunno-do-I-need-this-I-shouldn't thing. Then I noticed one was unwrapped, slid the first volume out, and paged through it.
December 7, 1986- Sunday strip. "Goldilocks and the Three Tigers," Hobbes' bedtime story that involves Goldilocks being divided up into portions and dunked in porridge.
Sold.
Yeah, I had to have it. We have no kids; this is for us. And now that I hauled it home and I've been browsing the early years of the strip, the decision seems to be an easy one.
Worth every penny.
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